He watched the light catch the individual facets of the dark grains of sand as he rolled the small vile between calloused fingers and wondered for the millionth time if this was the right thing to do. It was always easy to talk something up, to say you were going to do one thing, that it was the smart thing to do, the only choice. In reality, it always the hardest thing to do. It was just like he’d told the old crone, damned if you do and damned if you don’t, and if there was anything the tracker hated it was being pigeon holed into doing something and not having enough information to succeed. Teague knew about the shadow powder and he had a vague description of what he was going to port into, but that still didn’t seem like enough.
It had been a long, long time since he’d done anything this remotely stupid. More than likely he was walking into a trap. More than likely he’d never find out if Trevor’s kids were still alive. More than likely Trevor would end up killing him for it, unless of course Hunt beat him to it.
Hunt. Now there was another issue all together. He’d done an awful lot of digging the past month and had managed to find almost nothing about the man which had set of red flags like nobody’s business. Everyone had something on them, nobody had nothing. And Elias had nothing. Or at the very least, the Minister was able to keep a half step ahead of them all. It wasn’t like didn’t know Teague had gone digging… in fact the tracker would have been downright surprised if the man wasn’t cutting ties and laying false trails to follow. The perfect game of cat and mouse.
His thoughts drifted back to the little vile of shadow powder and the two letters he’d finished writing: one for Delilah and one for Trevor, both detailing what he’d found, the info on the Syndicate agent and anything else he’d dug up over the past month. With Delilah’s he’d taken extra care to include anything he could on Hunt knowing it was more than likely they’d go toe to toe in the upcoming weeks, especially if his little adventure ended up leaving them lordless. With Trevor’s he’d made sure to let him know that his tracker had found a solid lead on the girls and that Julian was on the trail of another suspected Syndicate operative and to touch base with him if he could. Teague also made certain to include another small vile, half full of the shadow powder. Stupid? Probably, but the tracker figured it was the least he could do to help someone he’d considered a friend of sorts.
Teague let out a soft sigh as he finished with the last letter. He was procrastinating now and that thought brought a bitter smile to his face. At least something’s never changed. A sharp whistle and his owl was at the open window and shortly thereafter off to deliver its precious cargo.
After that he took his time, taking extra care to make sure his wand was loose in its holster and within easy reach. The knives he kept in its boot sheath and in the sheath that rested at the small of his back were both secure and sharp enough to split hairs. As an after though he grabbed the extra one he kept hidden in the frame of the small coffee table in his living room and opted to palm it as added security if things got messy in hurry, and the tracker didn’t doubt that things were going to be fun.
He grabbed his cloak and put it on (it hid his movements better than a muggle jacket) and proceeded to walk over to his fire place. Once there the tracker casually tossed the vile into the fire. A small flash and the fire turned a sinister purple looking color. And here he was, at what felt like the crossroad of the world, ready to take a leap of faith like non he’d ever taken before. Teague forced back any trepidation and nervousness he’d felt and hid it behind the perfect mask of one of Voldemort’s killers, gripped the palmed blade and his wand, and then stepped into the unknown.